'No marvel, Sweet, you clap your wings In hunger for the open sky; I see your pretty flutterings, Will let you fly. 'But O, when in some shady grot You preen your breast in noonday's blue, Be not your Susan quite forgot, Who hungers too!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POLAR QUEST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH |